Problems With A Happy Ending I looked at my father and he looked at me. "Why did you do it?" he asked. I burst out in anger, "Why can't I do it?" Red with rage, he slapped me hard. I touched my burning cheek, staring hard at him, whose face was turned away from mine. Then I noticed my mother sobbing beside him. I softened as my feelings overpowered me. I had never been slapped before. My parents had never tried to understand me and neglected me, like I was a child they had never wanted. They paid attention to me only when I asked for something and I got almost everything, except the